The line of
your cheek
is a melody
only heard
by infants
who dream it
so beautifully
they weep
upon waking.
I sway
approximating.
The inner ear
loses itself between
dream and dream.
Dizziness.
My hands
bank on
pliant shores,
the small
of your back.
Into spines
Gods pipe tunes
inciting bodies
like stars
to collide
and burst.
4 comments:
Why doesnt anyone ever comment on your poetry, Kal?
I guess they think it sucks.
They'd post if they thought it sucked. They're overwhelmed.
I adore this piece David. A single change would fit better: as a line of cheek does not invoke melody ... I'd go with 'curve of cheek'. Dulces plumas. xox Sarai
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